Sunday, October 23, 2022

Care . . .


Cowboy commando; conspiracy fantasists just are no good to me. 
Libertarians imagine that they’re self-made heroes entirely.
Greed is good. Greed is great in my own hands.
Better in mine than yours.
Can we just care for each other?
Why do we need bigger boats?
All the square footage in this whole world
Can’t save one life, can’t bring hope.
Disadvantages just don’t exist
If our share’s bigger than his.
Cunning and shrewdly calculating masterfully manipulative.
Never afflicted by conscience or guilt, keeping the prize in full view.
Never say never. Never say die 
Unless you mean someone else.
Bigotry, high crimes, paranoia, cynics and primitives mystical.
Cultural warriors in their own heads. Mythical anarchist hierarchy.
Seeking some golden age now long-gone,
Blind to the fact things change.

 
    

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Saturday, October 22, 2022

Doubles . . .


The week was a good one.
The weather was nice.
Many hours did I practice
Wanted to be precise 
In performance of the pieces
We'd agreed upon for that night.

On arrival, just one hour ahead
Of the one at which we would start,
Something strange, seemed was brewing.
Our mere presence surprising, 
Was causing a real disconcert.

The appearance of a fellow troubadour
Brought the feeling of sickness inside.
He was there, just like us, to play music tonight.
At the sight of each other, we sighed.
It's got to the point it's mundane, with this place,
A routine like a supper that's cooked.
You see now, once again, for whatever the reason,
She most certainly has double-booked.   


     

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Friday, October 21, 2022

Almost . . .

 

No matter how much effort made,
You can't expect the earth to move.
There's not always the fairest trade,
Least not one of which you will approve.
The hope is all will find great delight.
But in spite of your input they just can't quite.





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Thursday, October 20, 2022

Epilog . . .


ep·i·logue
/ˈepəˌlôɡ,ˈepəˌläɡ/
noun
  1. a section or speech at the end of a book or play that serves as a comment on or a conclusion to what has happened.
    "the meaning of the book's title is revealed in the epilogue"


Epilog was originally the middle-section (piano solo) for Third-Hand Intelligence, pre-OHO's treatment of the song on Gazebo. This recording is a particular favorite of mine. I like it's clarity, crisp intonation of each instrument, simplicity of the small ensemble and the dynamic performance which renders the scattered errors irrelevant. But that's just ME. 





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Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Envy . . .

 

To envy is only human,
Doesn't take a special man
Or a woman, for that matter,
We just do the best we can.
When we happen to possess
Something that brings us joy complete,
A higher satisfaction level'd
Be difficult to meet. 





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Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Glorious . . .

 

Tommy came from far across the sea
Looking for some opportunity.
In his land there's almost none.
He's only one of many millions.
No one told him streets were paved with gold
Like they used to in the days of old.
But he heard from some who knew
Of all the things to do,
He could accomplish
Searching for glorious freedom 
Here in America.
He can be anything
He wants to be.
With his wealth accumulating, 
And he's got every liberty,
Deep in his heart he knows he
Never will be free.
Ravi took a wife they had a child
A year or two before they came stateside.
And he had such big brown eyes,
Too young to realize what he was seeing.
On the surface one would never guess
That this family wasn't quite as blessed
As you might believe they were.
He isn't sure of her
Or where they're heading.
Someone from oh so long ago still remains
Firmly embedded in his soul.
She wasn't of the same persuasion as he.
His friends and family convinced him
That it couldn't be.
Broken hearts take time.
Broken hearts take time to heal.
When he finally felt the strength he'd need
To live the kind of life he'd like to lead.
As the heartache dulled with time,
Made up his mind,
Back when he married.
Realizing that he'd never find 
The true companion that he had in mind,
Like the one he almost had.
He placed a wanted ad
In the local paper.                                                                               




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Monday, October 17, 2022

Wisdom . . .


Sometimes I think I've got the stuff
Which makes one feel he's up to snuff.
Some do  think that money is
The thing that makes them all the biz.
But I know more, by far, than this.
Money brings only temporary bliss.
Pure joy has roots in a much better system
And now with age, I've attained such wisdom.




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